The Lost Voice

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เป็น Narrative Essay ที่ไรต์เคยเขียนส่งครูค่ะ คิดว่าเนื้อเรื่องมีธีมที่ดี เลยอยากลองเอามาแชร์ให้ทุดคนได้อ่านค่ะ เป็นนิยายที่ตอนเดียวจบคำศัพท์ไม่ยากค่ะ ส่วนเรื่องแกรมม่าพยายามให้ผิดน้อยที่สุดแล้ว ช่วยเม้นบอกกันด้วยน้าา ว่าควรปรับยังไงบ้าง ไปอ่านกันเล้ยยยยยย

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+ThErE Is No SuCcEsSfUl WiThOuT SuFfErInG+

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The Lost Voice

by: xxPoemxx

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In a hot day, I feel the wind blow softly, I smell the ocean, I hear the sound of the wave.  I have been in Matira Beach or Bora Bora for a week now. My dream is to become a famous singer.  I came here to find new ideas to write my own song. My mom and dad were musicians and my older brother is a producer.  My family loves music, it is our key to happiness. I won the singing contest when I was thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, and seventeen.  It had been about four years now since my last singing contest.

          I was working near the beach when my mom walked up to me with coconut juice and a plate of strawberries in her hands.  “Gemma, you should take a break and enjoy this fresh juice and strawberries,” said my mom, she placed them on the desk I was working on.

        “Thanks, mom.”  I chirped, and drank the coconut juice.  It tasted sweet and refreshing.

        “How are you doing? Any new ideas?” My mom asked.

       

 “Hmm...yeah, I got some ideas, but it’s not good enough.” I complained. “I think my idea is too basic...to simple. I want a song that can represent me.” 

        

  I looked at the beautiful view in front of me and turn around to my mom. She had her smile on her face.

Think about who you are.” said my mom, “Your dream is to become a singer, right? Believe that you can actually reach your dream if you work hard enough.” My mom pat my head and pinched my cheek, “You can do anything if you try.” She stared at me and smiled as soft and sweet as candy cotton. At this moment, an idea popped into my head.

      “Mom! I have an idea! I will go get my laptop, I will be back in a few minutes.” I yelled as I was already running to the hotel. 

      I should have looked, I should have been more careful. Gemma, what did you do?!

      BEEEEP!!!!!

      A car tries to stop,but it loses control. I couldn't get my eyes to focus or my body to balance. I couldn't feel or hear anything but the sound of my heart beating rapidly. And all at once, I was  submerged into unconsciousness. I squinted my eyes to see my mom running to me and saying something while crying. Why is she crying? Why is everything getting dark?

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Where am I? Why can’t I hear my voice?  These are the questions I asked myself after I woke up. I tried to call my mom and dad, but...I can’t, I can’t even hear my voice. I feel like I lost something. 

      

      I heard someone open the door. Maybe my parents are here. I was wondering who it is.

        

      I see my mom carry a few bags into the room, she looks so surprised when she saw me looking at her. She was crying.  I’m trying to get up, my mom walked up to me quickly and helped me. I tried to ask my mom what happen, but nothing came out of my voice. She saw me struggling and a tear escaped her left eye.

        “How do you feel? Gemma. Thumbs up if yes thumbs down if no.”  she asked. I’m confused. What does she mean? She acted like I can’t talk anymore. Anyways I gave her a thumb up.

        “Okay, good.” my mom replied. “I will call the doctor to check if everything is okay.” 

        I nodded at her. A few minute later the doctor came in, she looked at my head and check my blood pressure, then ask a nurse to change the I.V for me.

"Hello, Gemma, I’m Dr. Garcia and I’m your doctor.” said the doctor as she looked at the paper and sighed softly.

        “Well….there are good news and bad news to tell you.” She said softly, “Which one do you want to hear first? Blink once for good news blink twice for bad news.”said Dr.Garcia.  I blinked once. I wonder..what happen to me?

        “Okay, good news is that you survived being hit by a car. It has been two months now.” She stopped talking for a couple seconds and continued, “Bad news is...your head got hit on a big rock and it effect to your brain, you had brain surgery.” Said Dr.Garcia. “And your voice nerves got affected by that rock,” She looked down to read the paper again, “Gemma, I’m so sorry but, you won’t be able to talk or sing anymore, I knew from your parents how much you love to sing, I tried to find a way but, there is nothing we can do,” sighed Dr.Garcia.

      She held my hands and the tears came out, I cried with no voice really hard. I want this to be just a nightmare, I can't accept this. The truth that I can not sing anymore.

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I sat on a couch, watching television at home.  It had been a month now since I get out from the hospital. I survived, but it cost the thing I love so much, I lost my voice, I lost my dream.  When I was young, I asked my mom ‘Why is people cry or sad when they lost what they love?’ Now I understand everything, I am one of them. I cried every night. The moment I knew that I can’t sing anymore, it hurt like someone is squeezing my heart.

        “Gem, it’s time to go.” my mom called me.  I have to take the sign language lesson to communicate with people.  Everything's happening so fast. I learned a life lesson from this, everything could happen, anywhere and anytime, you’ll never know the future.

        ‘Mom, I don’t want to go, I..I can’t’ I wrote it on a notebook, I bought it from a store because I don’t want to use sign language, it is easier for me to write.

        “Sweetie, I know it is hard to accept the truth...but don’t give up, please.”  My mom sat next to me, hold my handsand start talking.

        “I know you don’t just love to sing! You love music, why don’t you become a songwriter?  You can’t sing but you can be part of it, right?” Said my mom. A song writer? I never think of it before.

        ‘Do you think I can do it?’ I wrote it down and showed it to my mom.  “Yes, of course! Remember? You can do everything if you really want to.” said my mom. “You are not alone, you still have us.” said my brother, I just noticed that he was behind me the whole time.

“The songwriter of my band just check-out, we need to hire a new songwriter.” said my brother, Josh. “I can talk to my boss if you want to try, I know you are a good songwriter, too.” He asked and he took my cookie at the same time.

        ‘Really? Can you ask your boss? If I can be the songwriter for the band? Can I really be the songwriter for your group?’ I wrote a bunch of questions to Josh.

        “Sure, I can call him right now, just give me a couple minutes.” He laughed and told me to wait.

        A few moments later he walked in with a sad face, My heart is racing. Did his boss say no?

        ‘What happen? Did he say no?’ I wrote my question down real quick and showed it to Josh.

        “I’m so so sorry Gemma.” Said Josh, he looks so sad.

        “He um...he said….he said yes!!!” Said Josh, uh he got me this time.

        ‘Really?’ I asked.

          “Yes, congrats Gemma.” Said Josh, my mom had a big smile on her face, Josh is laughing and I am crying, not because I am sad. but it's tear of happiness.

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It has been about five months now since  worked with my brother, all songs I wrote get accepted.

        Even I can’t talk but I share my thought with every song I wrote, I am so happy right now.  I can work with music. It is love and it is what I want. I had been about eight months now from the accident, I was sad and happy in the past months.  I am happy, I can work with what I love, I am sad because I lost what I had. Singing is what I love to do, my mom said I can do everything if I really want to do, but everyone has their limit.  I lost my voice so, I can’t sing. People who lost their leg, they can’t run. People who lost their hope, they can’t do anything. I have lost my voice but I did not lose my hope, I still have my hope even I can’t do what I love.  I am not alone, My family is by my side. Even you lose everything but there is someone who will be with you, either when you sad or happy. My music, my thought are escaped from my mind, song by song, I shared my thoughts with everyone. The views of our songs are getting higher. Most people know our songs, and I am a successful person.

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.:Poem Talk:.

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